CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE
“God, I hate you,” I mutter as I throw myself onto the bed.
Damien is watching me from the doorway, “You know I can help you feel better.”
“No thanks,” I give him a nasty look. “You’re the reason I’m in this position right now.”
“You’re in this position because you’ve grown lazy.”
I hiss, “I would smack you if I could move.”
“Want me to get closer?”
“Aargh!” I scream into the bed in frustration.
Then I feel a hand stroking my hair, “I’ll have Fera bring you some muscle relaxing potion. It’ll make you feel better.”
My eyes fill up with tears as I feel my whole body ache, and I mumble, “You’re such a jerk, Damien. I swear. You didn’t have to go so hard on me.”
I don’t know why I always get so vulnerable when he’s gentle with me.
“Will you stop crying if I say sorry?”
“I’m not sad-crying!” I growl, embarrassed. “I’m angry crying. These are tears of anger!”
He chuckles, “My bad.”